Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 16:13:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jacob Esteban
Subject: Ed Chapter 4
Dedication: This is dedicated to Mike, the originator of the Ed
series. Mike, I'd love to hear from you; it's been awhile.
Day One. Life had gone on pretty much as normal since my last adventure. I
had not seen Ed, and I had begun to think I would not see him, that we
would go our separate ways. However, we made contact again, and I was
planning to see him this weekend. I had business in Raleigh, and Ed was
going to be there, too, so I extended my time to do consulting work. At
least, that is what I told my wife. She did not have a clue. I would be
spending Friday through Sunday away, but for my own reasons.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I went to meet Ed for dinner. I was
nervous. And, I was excited. My time with him before was amazing. Would
tonight be so, too? We greeted each other with warm hellos and shook
hands. Dinner was tasty, and we shared a bottle of wine and talked about
our families, how we had been. It was good to see him, and he seemed glad
to see me.
After dinner, we walked up to his room. Ed instructed me to strip naked and
lay down on my stomach, that he would join me shortly. The lights were dim,
and soft music was playing. Ed lit candles and removed my belongings, then
returned and squeezed some oil onto his hands. Mike, it's good to see you
again, he said.
I said, ooooh, in reply, as his expert hands began to work their magic
across my tight back muscles. Before I knew it, I was under Ed's spell,
drinking in the feel of his hands as they clenched and released and pressed
and slid across my naked skin. After a time, Ed's hands were on my bare
buttocks, and I could not hold back my moans. A finger danced across my
ball sack, and I shivered with delight, raising my ass a little. Ed's hand
traced back across my balls again. Oooooh, I responded, poking my bare ass
up just a little more.
Time for you to turn over, he told me with a smile. I recalled our first
meeting, and how he had spanked me like a surly child when I had refused
him. This time, I followed his direction eagerly, quickly flipping over
onto my back and watching in fascination as Ed worked my chest, pecs, then
caressed my nipples. I was in dreamy ecstasy until...Oww! I yelped in shock
after Ed pinched each nipple sharply; he smiled, and his hands worked their
way down.
My mouth dropped open as one of Ed's hands encircled my balls while the
other gently, smoothly, wrapped around and then slid up my cock shaft.
Gah, I sputtered, as the one hand softly squeezed and caressed my balls
while the other slide down my shaft.
Ed grinned as his hand began to slide rhythmically up and down, up and
down, palming the underside of my cock head before descending, sliding back
up, palming again, and so on. When he palmed my cock head, I about came out
of my skin.
This went on for I know not how long, and then suddenly, just as I could
feel the skin around my balls tightening in anticipation of cumming, Ed's
hands stopped. Time for a break, he said. I began to whine, noooo, and but
caught myself at Ed's sharp glance.
Wordlessly, he led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch
together, him dressed and me completely naked. I felt weird being naked
with him like that, but I felt turned on, too. Ed handed me a glass of wine
and suggested that I lay back, relax. I leaned back and tried to do so,
cheeks flushing warmly as I felt the throb of my stiff cock.
How are you doing, Mike? Ed asked me after a sip of wine, his hand
absentmindedly caressing my ball sack. I was only partially successful in
stopping my gasp when he did this, and my mind went to blank fog. Oh God,
Ed, just get me off, I thought.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. I'm good, I said. With trembling hands, I
took a drink of wine.
Yeah? Ed asked.
Yeah, I replied. I am. Things are good.
How are you feeling right now? He asked. When he said "now," Ed leaned over
and lightly stroked my cock.
Ooooh, I moaned, eyes rolling back, then I gulped and added, good,
thrusting my cock up and toward Ed in the hopes that he would stroke it
more. But, his hand dropped down and loosely cupped my balls.
I'm glad, Ed said. So, he continued, here you are again, with me. This
time, I've got you for the whole weekend. Tell me about how that is for
you, a married guy who supposedly loves pussy yet once again finds himself
submissive and in my power. How is that for you?
Oh God, I said, wanting Ed to stroke my burning cock yet loving his fingers
on my balls, confused as I thought about his question.
It's true, I managed to say, struggling to think clearly. I love pussy. I
love having my cock buried in a hot pussy. No question. But... I swallowed.
Yes? When Ed asked me this, his hand encircled my balls, caressing them and
the skin between them and my rosebud, sending warm butterflies through my
belly.
But, I continued, I'm confused. I mean, you make me feel so good, and so
different than I have ever felt before. It's really confusing,
actually. Remember when you took my phone last time and took those pictures
of me? Or, when you spanked me and it hurt like hell, yet I loved being
with you anyway? Or, you shaved my balls with that guy watching? I don't
know. It's just hot. I mean, I'm not gay, but you just make me feel so
good.
Ed smiled.
I guess, I added, I like you being in control. I'm not sure about having a
woman control me, I don't know if I would like that, but with you, it
works, its hot somehow. Does that make any sense?
Sure, Ed said, it does. I like you telling me about it. And, I want you to
be vocal this weekend, I want to hear you. I want you to tell me how you
are doing, what you are feeling. How does that sound?
Good, I replied, real good.
I bet you would like to cum, wouldn't you, Mike? Ed's smile was big.
Trying not to seem desperate, I said, Oh God Yes!
That's good, Ed said. First, we have some business. Then, we'll see about
that. Now, do you see that red light? Ed gestured off to the side, and I
looked to see a red light and what appeared to be an object mounted on a
tripod pointing in our direction.
What is that? I asked curiously, then moaned a little as Ed's hand
tightened around my balls.
That is a camera, said Ed. You are being videoed.
I heard this as if it were far away. Part of me thought, fuck, that's not
good. What is he up to? However, as these thoughts began to coalesce, Ed's
hand stroked my cock, and my mind disappeared into a lust fog. I licked my
lips and raised my hips in response. Ooooh.
I also have locked up your phone and clothes, Ed continued. I expect you to
be a good boy so that it will go well with you. Are you going to be a good
boy for me, Mike?
My phone, my clothes, camera, video, good boy? I was trying to wrap my mind
around these things but the burning lust fog was thick, and Ed's touch on
my cock was exquisite. I should have been bothered by this. But, I thought,
does anything else really matter?
Oh my God Yes, yes, yes, I told Ed as his fingers stroked me.
Good, Ed said approvingly.
My hands were shaking, but I managed to take a sip of wine.
Ed stroked me a couple of more times, and I just started anticipating what
I knew was going to be a hell of a climax. Then, Ed stopped, and his hands
pulled away.
Oh, Lord, I thought, shit, why's he stopping? I wanted to hit the couch in
frustration.
Beg, Ed said simply.
Beg? I asked feverishly.
What you want, Ed said, ask for it, beg for it.
Please, please, Ed. I could hardly think straight. Please!
I didn't say whine, I said, beg. Ed replied, sitting away from me on the
couch, hands unmoving.
Oh, God, Ed, take me, make me cum, make me moan, I implored Ed, voice
quaking.
That's it, Ed approved. Keep going. Show me.
Ed, you fucken stud you, please make me cum, jerk my fucken cock! I told
him enthusiastically. Jerk me, own me, Oh Lord make me cum.
Ed looked amused but he was still unmoving, so I climbed down onto the
floor before him.
Pleease, Ed, please, I implored, my cock is aching, it's crying for you, oh
I want you. I told him this naked, on my knees, bowing, pleading.
Are you mine for this weekend, Mike, to do with as I please? Ed asked me.
Oh Jesus Christ yes, oh, yes, oh please Ed, please. Make me cum. Spank
me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me, but please oh God take me now!
Ed appeared to be pleased with this, and unable to think straight,
breathing and knowing only lust, I took Ed's hand and began to lick and
tongue and suck on his index fingers, sliding it in out of my mouth, across
my tongue and lips. I paused, licked it, and moaned - take me you stud,
take me now!
Alright, Ed grinned.
I panted with enthusiasm as he gestured for me to lay back on the couch. As
I did, I noticed he had covered it with the soft, white hotel towels.
One hand squeezed and stroked my cock while the other massaged my balls; it
only took Ed a few moments before I was screaming his name and my hips were
bucking and my warm cum was squirting all over my chest and belly.
Oh Ed, Eeeeeeedddddddddd! I screamed as he worked the hot juice out of me.
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End of Ed Chapter 4
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